They Actually Swindle It From Fortune Cookies

From those wise sages sitting in a Jones cola factory:

"The Current year will bring you much happiness" + "Energy will abound next month"

Heres hoping, cause I could use all the good fortune I can get. Not to mention all the sweet surgery Jones soda I can guzzle.

Anyway, back to packing. Yeah right...

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Edit: Shortly after typing the previous lines of script the author was surprisingly attacked in the dark by a lawnmower. He was firmly sacked in the groin. Immediately after said sacking the author came to the realization that he would soon be leaving his home for a very long time and that only now did he wish to own one of those keychain flashlights.

Wisdom You Can't Buy, Sorry Amazon.

I was looking through my old year book when I found this quote:

"How important are the visual arts in our society? I feel strongly that the visual arts are of vast and incalculable importance. Of course I could be prejudiced. I am a visual art."
- Kermit the Frog, Muppet

The Great Cosmic , NO!

To many things get left up to coins and dice. Let's get animals to fight for us, like monkeys or penguins- give them swords and guns and free voting rights and such. It would make deciding who gets to rent the movie a lot more entertaining. I once had an epicish battle in a meat packing factory, I lost, I think. It doesn't matter, the point is I can never go back. Never ever ever ever never forever. At least for a few months, then they may take me back, and why not. After all I did win over some hearts and minds. Thinking about it I may have packaged a few hearts as well. Giggles, I'm naughty. And so terribly lost.

And now for some real substance, whatever that may mean.

Inside Joke Place Here:

OUCH, DAMN YOU TRAMPOLINE!
MY PENIS!
THERE'S NO WAY IT COULD EVER HAPPEN.
HOLY SHIT!
STOP STALKING US!
HOLY SHIT!
TALK ABOUT A GREAT COSMIC NO.
GOLF?

And End Here.

Tasty. No?

$pend Your Money

I think I need to spend five hundred dollars. I have this compulsion you see. Every time I go out and obtain a job I save my money. Virtually every little bit of my check goes away into my piggy bank and I don't touch it, nor do I want to. Yet, the instant I quit my job I suddenly feel the deep desire to blow it all. I mean all of it, and on something frivolous to. Perhaps a bigger pinkier piggy bank... or maybe lots of candy carmeled hookers...mmm sticky. But my desire to spend five hundred dollars, if you put aside the spending compulsion, comes from finally after many years, finishing watching Six Feet Under. The last episode is the greatest season closer ever. That song at the end... I wept tears, tears I say! I don't ever remember feeling humbled after watching a show, it was truly great- and now I must spend five hundred big bucks to buy the series, all because of that last episode. Because it's a unwritten law of the universe that you can't just own one season of a show, especially the last season- you must own them all!

Then again I do have to pay rent. So I’ll hold off on anymore spending… for now.

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My friend once told me that I was to afraid of civilization.
I took it as a compliment.

Szechwan Pictures

I finally got around to grabing ahold of some pictures from The Good Person of Szechwan. Most of them are blurry but I don't care. I didn't take any during the run myself, so I had to do some asking around. It took me a ridiculuious amount of time to think of the idea of actually asking around for people who have pictures, but what can I say. I am so smart, I am so smart, S-M-R-T...

Personal Philosophy

Wow

What can I say Francis, I like it.

Tom Hanks and Toast Tuesdays

The combination of toast and Tom Hanks on a Tuesday brings good times. Watching Saving Private Ryan with someone who had never seen it before was a treat and made and old new again. Though I don't know how I'm going to convince my friend that Tom Hanks is a good actor when all he does is sleep through the movie... I keep getting more and more convinced that I need to buy a canvas and do some painting. Maybe I'll hang them on the walls of my home or my future apartment one day. My friend from work had a bitch'n painting of a city landscape on the wall of his house. Nighttime in the industrial sector, snowfall, and powerlines everywhere- it was bliss.

Happy August

WOO HOO! Ten more days of work left, huzza! Soon my employment will end and I can become one with my inner sloth. Ha ha, I can't wait! I can't help but be happy to be leaving work soon, theirs only so much bullshit I can wade through. I may miss dressing up like a sperm everyday though, I always did find that part kind of funny. But as much as I talk of the shittyness of work, good things have come out of it. I've meet some new friends and they're awesome and so work wasn't all and all a total waste. But then again I'm not so sure that I even believe in waste, I've always been more of a fan of recycling. One persons trash is another’s treasure. One persons treasure is anothers source of confusion. Or so says I...

Happy August
(Recycle more.)